I sit at my desk in the Council, the same desk I have occupied for years, and watch the slate grey sky yield a soft flurry of snowflakes. In the distance I can hear the hum of cars on busy London streets. Soon it will be dark, and my lamp will pool orange onto my desk as I work. Not so long into the night as I once would have done, though. A ( Read more... )

Autumn had slipped into winter almost without my noticing. The soft, damp air of October had cooled, grown sharper, and begun to settle into frost. In the mornings when I went to get my paper, my breath sometimes misted. Soon, on particularly wet mornings, my leg would ache, the cold seeping into the scars ( Read more... )

It was one o'clock in the morning. It had been ten hours since Linda died. Ten hours when my whole body tried to cringe away from the terrible truth of what had happened, but received the blow all the same. Or blows, I might add, because every time I thought of her, it was like a punch to the stomach. I felt like I had been chewing glass and ice. I ( Read more... )

When all was said and done, it had been a pretty terrible day. My thoughts churned as I sat in my room. Perhaps it would have been natural to think about Tara, or Lynn, or the bizarre situation with the vampire, but instead my mind turned to the past. This day of truths had stirred up things that I had tried to leave alone ( Read more... )